this is probably fake but it's still pretty lol

Johnny narrows his eyes and tastes the thick air. It smells of oil and steel and rust. Is this...the future? Has his utopia become a dystopia? He digs into his pocket and removes the egg. So much blood. So much suffering. He tosses it from hand to hand, as if he is past caring.

Over the horizon he sees the shimmering of the force field. His radio crackles to life.

"This is Dr. Zybourne. Have you reached the objective."

"Negative, doctor. Keep your scrubs on." There is a twinkle in Johnny's eyes. He pulls a cigar from his pocket. The cigar is wrapped in playing cards. He takes one of the cards and flips it up in the air. It is the Ace of Spades. The Death Card. A train whistles in the distance. All of a sudden he whirls around. and flings a knife. It wobbles in the tree next to a sassy young girl.

"Hold it buster," she says. She is strong but feminine, assertive but tender. She is more than a match for this rogue. Totally unfazed by the knife, she struts toward him.

"Are you...my contact?"

She winks. "You know it, sweetheart." Johnny's heart is melting but he keeps a cool exterior. It's been a long time since a girl paid attention to him. Almost 4000 years.

"Have you got the egg?" she says.

"That all depends," he replies. He is confident. He always knows what to say; never slips up when a pretty gurl talks to him. He pulls the egg out of his pocket.

"Good," she says.

Without warning, a trapdoor opens up between them, out of the bare soil. A small child rises up, slowly. Her movements are slow; mechanical, and her eyes are gold and honey. We've seen her before. The two are motionless, as if hypnotized. She stalks over to Johnny and grabs the egg, and turns and speeds off, moving far faster than her small legs should allow.

Johnny finally snaps out of his trance, and shouts "COME ON!"

"No!" she shouts. "Wait for our steambikes."

Seconds later, a trucks pulls up. In the back there are two motorcycles only with steam engines. Johnny and the girl pull them out of the back and get on.

"We'll get her, by science," she says.

"Don't you mean "by god"?" Johnny quips.

"This is the future. I'm an atheist, like any thinking person" she says, and winks, and speeds off. Johnny smiles and starts up his bike and follows her.

The chase has begun.